Malingering:
mid-air hugs
Malingering:
coming in for a landing
Malingering:
I will sneak away with chili fries wrappers and no one will suspect a thing...
Malingering:
Nachos! Nachos! Phil found nachos, you guys!
Malingering:
Did you hear me? I said Phil found some nachos!
Malingering:
Brought my own fork, guys. Who's puttin' the meat on?
Malingering:
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
Malingering:
I don't care if you have your own plate. They're MY nachos. Find your own trash can. What do you think this is, a buffet?
Malingering:
Give me your toast, bitch!
Malingering:
Dodger Dog
Malingering:
I found somethin' else!
Malingering:
Not only to they leave trash around, they take it OUT of the trash can.
Malingering:
Woo hoo! Nachos!
Malingering:
foil is shiny
Malingering:
I'm servin' guys!
Malingering:
Gulls: give a hoot, please pollute.
Malingering:
Maybe I can lick the grease off this paper? Do I have a tongue?
Malingering:
purpley duck
Malingering:
I command thee to drop the bread!
Malingering:
Oh yeah? Can you do this? Huh? How'd you like them apples? What!
Malingering:
screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeccccch
Malingering:
Yeah, then Fred showed up with a plate and a fork and Phil was like "back off man, those are my nachos" and then Fred was like "hope they're as good as your mom was last night."
Malingering:
Yeah, okay, great.
